Nine Realms Sword Emperor
Chapter 683 - 684: Stomping to Death

Chapter 683: Chapter 684: Stomping to Death

Beneath this humiliation,

Zang Tian’s realm had seemingly reached an even higher level all at once.

His wounds had largely healed, and his power felt immensely replenated.

Such geniuses, especially in life-and-death battles or perilous environments, could potentially achieve breakthroughs in their realms.

Under this boundless humiliation, Zang Tian’s realm had improbably advanced even further.

This immense dishonor had nearly driven Zang Tian to death by anger, but it was this very rage that helped him further enhance his strength.

"Chu Fengmian, you are seeking your own death. Do you think you are humiliating me? Unfortunately, you didn’t realize that you’ve allowed my realm to reach a higher level. Now, the person who should die is you! All the humiliation I’ve endured will be repaid a thousandfold, ten-thousandfold on you!"

Zang Tian roared fiercely, his Spiritual Power seemingly reaching its limit in that moment.

With a loud boom, his body forced Chu Fengmian’s foot up, attempting to overturn him.

"This Zang Tian, truly an unparalleled genius. At such a moment, he hasn’t been devoured by his Heart Demon, but instead, he has stimulated his body’s potential, causing his strength to surge tremendously."

"Although Zang Tian had just been defeated and humiliated, such a genius, once they cross a certain realm, their strength increases unbelievably. Chu Fengmian not killing Zang Tian is definitely playing with fire."

"What terrifying power. Zang Tian’s strength is already nearing a transcendence of life and death; it’s unstoppable!"

One after another, Martial Artists, observing the transformations in Zang Tian, naturally understood that his strength had skyrocketed amidst dire straits.

If Zang Tian were to free himself from under Chu Fengmian’s foot, the result of this battle was still unpredictable, and it might even likely be reversed by Zang Tian.

These murmuring voices reached Chu Fengmian’s ears, and a contemptuous smile emerged at the corners of his mouth.

"Is that so?"

Chu Fengmian muttered to himself. He glanced at the foot below, where Zang Tian was trying to break free with his bursting Spiritual Power.

Suddenly, Chu Fengmian’s foot gathered Spiritual Power once again and stomped down.

In that instant, dragon force ran wild, the power of the Ancient Dragon King Body burst forth, focusing entirely on that stomp, as if it were a claw strike from an ancient battle dragon.

"Boom!"

Under this stomp, the Spiritual Power Zang Tian had just gathered, planning to resist Chu Fengmian, was completely shattered.

"I told you, even if your strength was ten times, a hundred times greater, it would mean nothing. Stay properly flat on the ground!"

Chu Fengmian’s stomp had completely pulverized the Spiritual Power that Zang Tian had just gathered.

Zang Tian, having just made a breakthrough and attempting to seize the opportunity to free himself, saw his plans entirely dashed under Chu Fengmian’s foot.

From Zang Tian’s mouth, a large mouthful of fresh blood spewed out; this dark blood was demonic blood.

This demonic blood, shaken out by Chu Fengmian’s stomp, was the essence of their path as Demonic Martial Artists. Spitting such blood out, Zang Tian’s complexion instantly turned pale.

Zang Tian, no matter how he struggled, seemed unable to free himself from the mountainous pressure of Chu Fengmian’s foot.

Zang Tian, considered invincible in the hearts of countless people and favored by many to top this session of the Martial Arts Tournament,

now lay under Chu Fengmian’s foot, his face stamped upon, subjected to unending humiliation, even unable to break free no matter how he resisted.

"Youngster, you’ve gone a bit too far. Some people should not be provoked. Release Zang Tian; it’s the best choice for you."

At that moment, a voice suddenly rang out.

This voice was incomparably icy, and everyone looked in the direction of the sound—it belonged to none other than the dark horse of the previous generation from the Earth Demon Sect, the Poison Hand Monarch.

Chiu Mo City and the Earth Demon Sect seemed like two separate sects, but in reality, their relationship was intricately intertwined, especially since the Earth Demon Sect itself had branched out from Chiu Mo City.

The connection was clearly much closer than it appeared.

Seeing Zang Tian being humiliated by Chu Fengmian like this, the Poison Hand Monarch suddenly spoke up.

"Release Zang Tian, apologize, and there might still be room for reconciliation; otherwise, your actions today will bring disaster upon you, and even upon Beimang Academy."

The Poison Hand Monarch spoke coldly, his words almost amounting to a threat towards Chu Fengmian.

To make Chu Fengmian release Zang Tian.

Release him?

Chu Fengmian’s lips curled into a scornful smile as he listened to the Poison Hand Monarch’s words.

He, Chu Fengmian, had never feared any threats; no one he wanted to kill had ever been rescued.

Moreover, if the Poison Hand Monarch had been earnestly advising him, if there were some costs involved, perhaps Chu Fengmian would have considered it. But to threaten Chu Fengmian like this?

Chu Fengmian had been threatened countless times, but he had never compromised, for if he were to yield to threats, then what was the point in pursuing the Sword Dao?

The Sword Dao aimed straight at the true heart; things Chu Fengmian wanted to do could not be influenced by anyone else.

"Who is this little demon, threatening me? Today, I want to see who can save this person!"

Chu Fengmian barked coldly.

"Crack!"

Right under Chu Fengmian’s foot, Zang Tian’s face was instantly trampled into a misshapen mess, his facial contours starting to distort horribly.

This action was the perfect reply.

"Damn!"

The Poison Hand Monarch’s face twisted ferociously.

This stomp left no dignity for him at all, making it nearly unbearable for him.

"You boy, you might be arrogant on this platform, but the moment you dare step off, I, the Poison Hand Monarch, will surely kill you!"

The icy voice of the Poison Hand Monarch echoed throughout the entire venue.

This was no longer a threat but a declaration to Chu Fengmian.

The Poison Hand Monarch was just one step away from transcending life and death.

Even in the eyes of many martial artists, his strength was already not much different from those ancient beings who had transcended life and death. Within the Earth Demon Sect, the Poison Hand Monarch’s position could already stand equal to those ancient beings.

His threats, needless to say against a newcomer of the younger generation, could make many long-established powerhouses feel worried.

However, Chu Fengmian’s expression remained indifferent; he had enough enemies in his life, one could say that all the seven great sects were his enemies.

Adding one more, the Poison Hand Monarch, made no difference, especially since there was no possibility for peaceful coexistence between Chu Fengmian and the Earth Demon Sect.

"Die!"

Chu Fengmian snorted coldly, and his foot stomped down once more.